Oh my gosh.

I don't think I've been this mad at a kid in YEARS.

At least WEEKS.

I'd had forgotten how hard two-year-olds can be.

Thinking they know some shit.  Thinking that they run this joint or something.

YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME, LILLY.  I will tell YOU when it is bedtime.  I will NOT tell you another story because I've told you one hundred and one eighty one ALREADY (still Owen's favorite number) and I've already used up all my imagination.

She started school this week.  She's not being a trooper.  She's upset and hysterical and clingy and aggressive every minute she's not behaving like an angel at school.

It's so hard being two.

Smart phones make stupid people

Smart phones are great, and awesome, and let me be on Facebook all the time, even though I only really have 6 Facebook friends, and one of them is George Takei.

But I drove the whole first day to Florida.  The Whole. First. Day.  That's 12 hours of driving.  I'm not sure that's even been attempted in human history, let alone achieved.  I think they had a parade for me somewhere outside of Charlotte - nothing big, just a marching band and some confetti - but Chris wouldn't know that because he was on his iPhone for the last 4 hours of the day.

Sure, he was ostensibly "finding the hotel" and "checking traffic" and "figuring out dinner," but in the old days (2011), we just kind of figured it out and chatted. Or bickered.  Whatever.  This year, I had to imagine all the snarky things I WASN'T going to say to Chris about being on his smart phone.  I think one may have burst out anyway.  I can't remember.

And plus, I couldn't check Facebook for HOURS.